The Key To Your Heart (Seventeen Fanfic)

Chapter 6: Trust

The chilly breeze soothed past me, making my hair flow in one direction. I heard nearby shouts from the students who were playing soccer in front of me. I, on the other hand, was seated on the staircase-like seats at the side of the soccerfield, watching Hansol play soccer with his friends.

He was racing towards the ball, his golden brown locks swaying away from his eyes. While others blocked his way, he smoothly passed them like the wind. Moving his leg up the air, his swift action shot the ball up into the sky, right into the goal. 

Cheers of amazement filled my ears, and I smiled a little. Yet, the corners of my lips soon tugged down, upon the next scene that occurred before me.

It was him again. With a quickening speed, much faster than Hansol, his rather tall figure moved along his opponents and soon reached Hansol. The ball which Hansol was keeping near, was taken in a split second and soon far away from him.

My eyes were fixated on him, a slight irritation rose inside me as I watched him play. His medium brown bangs slightly covered his deep brown eyes that always emitted some sort of coldness, but none of that seemed to stop him from speedily making a goal.

Again, cheers erupted. This time much louder, much more annoying. I saw the slight tugging of his lips form into a deep smirk along with the arrogance he radiated. He looked at the crowd, shortly locking his eyes with mine, as if to mock me, and focused back on the game again.

And that, seemed to irk me more. 

It was him, the jerk that had dropped me for no good reason, and embarrassed me in the hallways.  

Seo Myungho, Junhui's best friend.

I never seemed to notice him before. But, since I did, his presence always seemed to follow me annoyingly. I didn't hate him yet, but something about him seemed to pester me, in both an annoying and strange way. Something about him didn't seem right, but maybe that was just my imagination.

"Yeonhwa!' All of sudden, I heard the calling of my name, and focused on the situation that was occuring right in front of me.

A soccer ball, flying with the speed of lightning almost reached close enough to harm me.

In reflex, I ducked away, knowing the ball would pass me, but in the end that was an unnecessary bit of effort.

Before it came close, someone jumped in the sky, and kicked the ball away from me with a spin. A soft almost soundless thud could be heard as he landed effortlessly on the grass-covered ground after that.

Everyone looked at him in shock, including me. My mouth had unconsciously parted open and my body still felt the impact of surprise. Yet, all of that evaporated when his signature cocky smirk appeared again.

My mouth shut, brows frowned and I cursed him under my breath. I obviously wasn't in danger to begin with. Yet, it seemed he had done that to impress the crowd around him.

"You don't have to thank me." He answered as if I really wanted to. I rolled my eyes at his statement.

"I wasn't going to-" And again, my whole existence was ignored by him. I saw him return to the field again as if none of that had actually happened, and heard him being showered under compliments. 

I sighed, covering my ears to unhear all those nice words that were said about him.

Really, why did he have to be so arrogant about it.

I then shook my head, putting on my headphones to block out the irritating noise and pulled out my sketchbook. Hansol better finish his game soon, because I really couldn't stand the sight of Myungho any longer.

Finishing my sketch for art class, I listened to the cheerful tune that entered my ears and drifted my distracted thoughts away.

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Upon hearing a loud noise, a scream of pain, I looked down in an instant. My eyes followed the source of sound, and ended up on a small crowd consisting of the soccer players.

I saw someone laid down, in pain. And not seeing him stand among the crowd that surrounded the person, I knew it was Hansol.

He was injured.

I hurried down immediately, almost tripping over my own feet and stumbled down the stairs. I was out of breath when I reached him and heard him groan in pain as a small trickle of blood stained his side.

I gasped, seeing the stain on his thigh becoming bigger. Blood dripped down his leg, when Myungho tried to lift him up. Yet, Hansol refused his help and roughly moved his arm away. Instead, he limped on his own, off the grass field while people looked at him in confusion. "I'm fine. I can walk on my own." He muttered, yet his expression told me otherwise. His face looked pained and his movements full of struggle. I rushed towards him, not understanding his sudden stubbornness and placed his arm over my shoulders. I ignored his complaints and supported him to the infirmary. 

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"What happened?" I asked as I dabbed his wound clean with a cotton ball and some tweezers. His blood had dried into a large blob and stained a part of his sports shorts. Luckily, his wound had stopped bleeding. I saw him flinch before responding.

"Someone had accidentally kicked a ball against me." He answered awkwardly. His eyes were not meeting mine, making it obvious that he was hiding something from me.

"I've never seen someone bleed so much because of that. Are you sure? It looks like you've gotten hurt before that." I stared at him, hoping he would tell me the truth. 

"Yeonhwa, it's not a big deal." He sighed, obviously not answering my question.

I sighed, focussing back on his wound. Why was he being so secretive about it? In frustration, I accidentally pressed too hard, causing him to let out a surprised yelp. "Sorry." I mumbled, noticing that the blood was almost gone and a clean cut was left behind. 

My hand which was holding the tweezers slowly lost strength. The cotton ball drenched in red blood, slipped from my grip and dropped on the ground. His revealed wound was a thin line, sewn together by stitches, most likely caused by a knife.

"Hansol," my voice trailed off, my hands trembling all of sudden. "where were you during Seungcheol's party?"

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